Chapter 31
Yu Shaohua and his Mrs. Yu exchanged a glance. The person they should thank was the girl sitting in the corner muttering to herself. If it weren't for her, they wouldn't have known that their taciturnity could have caused such serious consequences.
She almost aborted the child she had finally conceived, and in the end, she even got divorced, leading to the destruction of her family.
They should be most grateful to Miss Song!!
They still didn't know how to thank Miss Song.
If they were to give money directly, Miss Song would probably be scared to death, and they would be considered crazy.
They held each other's hands tightly, trying hard to think of how to thank Song Shiwei.
Jiang Lanxin thought of it before they did, "Weiwei, President Yu's project is quite good. Would you like to invest?"
Song Shiwei appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly she was screaming, "[Me, a shareholder? Do I even deserve it? A nobody like me participating in a business war? I'd be utterly annihilated. Sorry, I have to decline.]"
Jiang Lanxin:...
This level of vigilance is truly worthy of you, Song Shiwei.
"I think I won't participate, I..." Song Shiwei could finish speaking, Jiang Zhuxin interrupted, "Sister, can I participate? This is a sure-fire way to make money, I want to participate."
Jiang Lanxin nodded. "Okay, Weiwei won't participate?"
Song Shiwei nodded vigorously in her mind, [Ah! Tempting! I know this project is a sure thing, but I don't want to deal with these old fogies. I'm socially awkward.]
Jiang Lanxin and the President Yu couple almost died laughing at Song Shiwei.
Everyone else is eager to be in power, but she's afraid of meddling too much, like a dead...
Salted fish
Jiang Lanxin touched her hair. "It's okay, if you don't want to participate, I'll just invest more money myself."
After much hesitation, Song Shiwei finally whispered, "Um, can I just get paid without doing any work?"
Her inner thoughts were even more outrageous: [I'd rather die than do any work! If Jiang Lanxin manages my shares, I'll happily sit back and make money.]
Jiang Lanxin:...
She finally understands Jiang Cheng's happiness.
Why be a person in power? Wouldn't it be better to just be a lazy bum with shares? Now she suddenly felt a little envious of Jiang Cheng and Song Shiwei.
What to do? It seems like she's given up too, spending all her time with Song Shiwei.
A devilish thought flashed through her mind: could she just dump this mess on Jiang Xun?
Whether you manage one or two, you'll still be doing the same thing.
After realizing that she could only be a lowly employee like Song Shiwei, Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Zhuxin, Jiang Lanxin said through gritted teeth, "Fine! I'll manage it for you, but you'll have no say in anything."
"Okay, okay! I agree." Song Shiwei nodded hastily.
Turning his head, he silently thought to himself, "[Why shouldn't I be making money passively? I'm going to interfere. I'm not crazy. The joy of being a couch potato is something those working people can never imagine.]"
Jiang Zhuxin and Mrs. Yu two big salted fish, nodded heavily. These working people would never understand the joy of being a salted fish, just as they would never understand the suffering of being a working person.
After quickly finalizing the share transfer, Song Shiwei followed Jiang Lanxin back, looking completely bewildered. She had only come to observe the situation, but somehow ended up with shares.
It seems like we should eat more of this melon; maybe it'll even drop gold coins!
Song Shiwei, setting herself a small goal in her heart: to eat her fill of gossip this year.
As she was thinking, a private message popped up in her Weibo inbox.
She clicked on it and saw it was an invitation to Movie Night?!
The gossip is getting out of hand! They sent her an invitation to Movie Night Movie Night, offering a million-dollar invitation?
She doesn't have any notable works, so what's the point of her going there?
[Weiwei Is a Little Salted Fish: Did you send this to the wrong person, bro?]
[Movie Night V: No, Miss Song, you are the one we invited. Your fee would be one million if you could attend.]
[Weiwei Is a Little Salted Fish: I don't have any works to show for it, why would you hire me?]
[Movie Night V: Please be our mascot.]
At this moment, the person in charge who sent the message to Song Shiwei smiled broadly, "My dear Sister Song Gua, how can you say you don't have any works of your own?"
Aren't all these bombshell scandals your creations? You just need to stand there to generate buzz; their Movie Night is guaranteed to be a hit.
Song Shiwei silently flipped through the Gossip Compendium and immediately exclaimed, "[Holy crap! Is this the Movie Night that's supposed to be the night of breaking gossip?]"
[You should have said so earlier! I get paid to watch the drama unfold, it's amazing! Hesitating even for a second would be disrespectful to the money.]
[Two female leads battle it out on stage, the male lead gets into a fight, and a woman faints on the red carpet – the drama is endless.]
With so much gossip to share, and even money to treat her to a meal, Song Shiwei immediately started typing furiously on her phone, as if afraid the other party would change their mind if she was even a second too slow.
After all, what respectable person would spend a million to hire a lucky charm?
[Weiwei Is a Little Salted Fish: Don't worry, I will definitely be a very qualified mascot. Do you need me to prepare any talents?]
[Movie Night V: No need, you just need to dress up nicely.]
After all, Song Shiwei is a guaranteed big name in terms of popularity just by standing there.
[Weiwei Is a Little Salted Fish: Received, I want to be the most beautiful mascot.]
You could make her dress up like a porcelain doll for a million dollars; after all, one shouldn't give up money for dignity.
A note from the author:
Every last drop is gone! See you tonight! The bonus chapter for the nutrient solution is now complete. Thank you all for your support, love you all, muah~
Chapter 31
Song Shiwei almost woke up laughing in her dream that night. She never expected that someone would pay such a high price to be a decorative vase. She knew that she was definitely born to enjoy a life of luxury.
As for what to wear, Song Shiwei had no idea. After all, she was a poor nobody, how would she know what to wear? So she opened Little Green Book and searched in the search bar for "What should I wear to the Weibo Night?"